the LOB shop

Yahoooo!! ok so you know how it goes, was out drinking with my good friends and one of them is named Rob... thus Lob.. cuz I live in Japan hehehe, for those of you who do not understand, Japanese people have a hard time with the pronunciaton of their "R" and "L" so Rob becomes Lob. But... more than that our buddy Rob gets totally schwammied!! ( meaning blitzed!) and becomes Lob by himself no extra outside coersion, it is a fun day. So now with the previous "Joe story" we also have the "Lob Story" to go with it! Now "Lob stories" are when you get totally f%&#&%%$ed up and can't remember anything so basically .. it didn't happen! You know if a tree falls in the middle of a forrest, and there is no one to hear it, did it make a noise!? Who really cares!! but that's it! did you really do it? Till your friend shows up with the cell phone pics of you in ( the fetal position under a bar stool, little insider there) raunchy and compromising positions and with wierd people of doing messed up stuffs! Thus "The Lob story".
To get the party started my very own "Lob story"... usually start out like this... Duuude!! what the f&%$#$ck did I do last night?!! Then your friends all roll thier eyes and say, ... "Yoo Daaawg! you were messed up", (self) noo way man, really? cuz I was totally SCHWAMMIED last night! (Friends) We know!!!
So my "Lob story", here we are it is my first bar on the third floor, but before that we go to a Japanese style pub (izakaya) for a friends going away party, start drinking and eating and having fun, and drinking, and drinking, and more... drinking, then 2 hrs pass by and our all u can drink time is up ( but we have actually been there about 3 hrs), so totally pissed off our rockers ( but not Schwammiied yet), we head off to my bar, I think, anyway we head in the direction of my bar that btw is on the third floor of an elevatorless building!! on the way we see various people we know and trust and respect, and subsequently lose their respect, although there really is not a strong punishment for public intoxication here!! (lucky us here in Japan). I think we made it to my bar, or should I say the rest of the party made it to my bar...and I made it to the stairs at the bottom... and decided that I was waay to drunk (mind you not Schwammied yet) to climb the stairs and subsequenly preceded to the building across the street ( which is only about 10 metres across) and ride the elevator to my store. Needless to say that elevator did not take me to my store but, to a good friend of mines Snack bar ( in Japan that is a full service hostess bar, mind you no sex...solicited). In this state I am sure I was a complete butthole, yet fun butthole! nevertheless 10 mins later I was escorted ( by my friend) out of the bar and again down to the ground floor. now during all this my party who has since forgotten about my but , is partying generously at my bar acroos the street. So on goes the party w/o me, no shock my young under age bartender is in control, now the conquest of me getting to the party, or just back to this party. Once again the stairs are a formiddable foe that will not be conquered today... or tonight as the time would be ( the time being by now about 12 or 1 O:clock). Now being as drunk as I am, finding out the next day ( like I said you only find out after the fact) that I had drank about 50 bucks worth of beer at the Snack bar, So now I am SCHWAMMIED baby!! still could not do the stair thing, found it easier to go down the small Japanese drinking street ( Japanese make things better... like putting all the bars in your town in one single close within walking distance area, for tards like myself and too drunk Japanese business men who can not for life of them find a toilet) and find another friends bar. This time on my way, in front of the cigarette machine there just happened to be a fight starting and getting rough.... Naturally in my peace oriented state of mind, I decided that I should help to stop the action. What did I do? I went to my friends bar got 6bottles of beer ( big ones, there are 3 sizes in Japan, sm, med, and lg) went back to the fight which had begun to escalate, passed out the beer and had a giant no fight toast to these gentlemen who were about to murderize another youg man, funny thing is I actually do remember this part. By the time the Police arrived we were all more inebriated and in a jolly old mood, myself in a completely flippant towards authority mood was saluting and "yes sir" ing the police ( I really believe the police woud have like to either brutally beat me down or at least arrested me). The gentlemen who had been fighting, saved my butt from the police and sent me on my way. Btw I did pay for the beers. Now being SCHWAMMIED I preceded to the local 7-11 which was about 100 metres away and bought a chocolate covered ice cream bar and sat on the stairs next to 7-11 next to a young lady that I barely new and forced her to eat some of it, when her taxi came she left and I was left there on the stairs SCHWAMMIED out of my mind and now passed out. woke up at about 8:30 the next morning with a chocolate shell of an ice cream, the ice crean had melted onto my shoe leaving the shell only ( proud that I was still holding the shell on the stick). stilll drunk like a Friday night bachelour party but ready to go to my party (which ended hours before).
All in all I figured out that the party was over went home and basically tried to fill the great white god seat with my joy and fulfilment from the nights events, cursed the day I decided that Idrinking was fun and slept for about 8 solid hrs ( mind you that I only sleep about 4 hrs a day). Got up and went back to work the next day!!! ( many thanks to my bartender brutha in crime Mike, cuz my bar was clean and ready to go the next time I set foot in it).
A little note... all the while the party went on and only a few people asked " hey! where's Al".
Most of this story was recorded by friends and various bars that saw me around and on the way. I thank God for not letting me do anything super stupid (hehehe) and my friends who are still my friends today for sharing the experience with me after the fact, knowing full well that I may have exaggerated things and they may have to. but what I'm really hoping is that they too were too drunk to remember everything clearly as it went!!